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I am really hoping that I’ll get a phone call or an email telling me I’ve been approved early for surgery, but probably won’t happen.

I still have the two medically supervised weight loss visits with the nutrionists and I have been reducing how much I eat each day.  Starting today, I’m getting the lowest calorie level lunch and getting protein only for dinner from Diet Gourmet.  Starting Friday, no dinner, just lunch.  I’m still having a bit of a problem with food in the evening, but I have been able to put a limit on how much I eat.  Just wish it was a lower limit.

I start out with a Slim-Fast shake and try to alternate between shakes and bars.  I figure I’ll reduce the bars as I get closer too.

My next weight loss visit is a week from Thursday, and at that point I think I’ll go with Optifast and go with a liquid diet as much as possible. The point is to lose as much weight as possible — like I’m going to get my BMI under 40 any time soon — and to get my stomach smaller, all of which will help the surgery.

I’ve been hearing the stories about Oprah’s puppy and I know what she is going through because I went through it myself.

I’ve actually had a series of three rescue dogs that make me not ever want to go there again.

The first was Rory — a red, short haired border collie that I got from a local bc rescue.  I told them I wanted a turn key dog that I could do agility with and I got him.  I should have realized he was too much when he attacked sprinklers and vaccuum cleaners. He was a really tough dog that shook my truck when we were in traffic. After over 8 months I sent him back because he never got any better and he was driving everyone in my house crazy.

He went to live with an agility competitor, did very, very well, and everyone involved was very happy.

The second was a beagle pound puppy.  I drove all the way down to south Texas, and got the female from a litter of puppies that had been dumped at a shelter.  The next morning, I got up and started training it.  By noon, it was dying from parvo.  I kept it alive but barely, and went through the moving from vet to vet for a couple of days.  I finally took it back to the people I adopted it from as they would not accept that I felt the dog should be put down.  It died and so did all the other puppies involved.

As a result I couldn’t get another puppy for over a year.

The last was Maggie.  She still lives with us, though she’s popped out her eye, had other very expensive vet treatments (free to a good home, hah!) and I threaten to put her down every spring.  She does much better on Xanax.  And yes, I’ve already threatened to put her down this year.  She is terrified of thunderstorms and is impossible when there is one in the area.  She’s broken a crate and ran through the fence, tearing a slat out of it. 

Next puppy is going to be a relative of Macy’s, one that is a failed conformation dog, because Macy has worked out SO well.

My psych evaluation has been completed by the doctor and sent to the case manager.  So I have the two visits to the dietician left.

I’d like to go with the Dexcom system for a while more — but it is JUST too expensive.  Especially when the benefit isn’t that high.

I just went out to the website after reading about it on another blog, and while the new software looks good, the individual sensors are just too expensive.

<sigh>

Almost forgot about TSA — that is how good it was.

First, there was a very shot line.

When I got to the TSA agent, I said, I’m sorry, I’m going to need a pat down and a bag search.  Actually this time I don’t think they did do the bag search.  Had the CPAP and the insulin together.

Did need the pat down though, and she was great. One of the things I keep saying at the TSA site — if you just keep my stuff together where I can see it and together, I’ll be fine. They are MUCH better at that.

Funny, but they DID search my checked baggage — had a note inside the bag, and it didn’t go out with me.  I had several adapters and infusion sets, that was it.

But it with smoothly.

Next time, insulin stays in the box AND out of the "bag".

We got situated in the room and got an internet fix.  Then we decided to do some New Orleans stuff.

We walked over to the Riverfront “Mall” – It is a mall, but I don’t know if they call it that.  Probably says on the pictures.

Oh, the pictures are here

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kath_weaver/sets/72157615437187141/

They had a Café De Monde so I made Rich eat beignets and drink coffee.  He liked the coffee, I didn’t even with chocolate.  It was okay, but I’ve never liked the coffee there and don’t drink coffee most of the time anyway.

We got on the street car, rode it to the end of the line and then got off at Harrah’s.

We played nickel poker slots.  I like nickel poker slots.  Rich won over $20 and I lost $3.00 of his so he was happy.

We walked back to Embassy Suites and had their Manager’s Hospitality hour with a po-boy and fries (Rich had pizza).

Now we are upstairs chilling, I’m waiting to check my blood sugar and see where I am.  317 – yuck and needed 7 more units.  However, before the hotel hurricane and dinner and after beignets, I was at 137.  I have 113 units in the pump and a little over 100 in a cartridge.  I still don’t trust the partial bottle so put it in cartridges – that way I have an estimate on the amount.

Plan:  I have called Walgreen’s.  They don’t have my insulin in stock but think they can get it tomorrow.  Doctor’s office was to phone in script and they were to fax it. 

We’re going to eat Embassy’s breakfast by 9:30, call Walgreens and then take the street car up Canal Street to get the insulin if it is in.  If not, we’ll punt, I have enough for most of the day tomorrow.

I am not sure how I am going to get the insulin home, but should be exempt from TSA restrictions and I am already a problem child.  I should have 5 vials and I don’t think they will work in the plastic bag.  I also don’t want it out of the boxes.